Sunny and her love-object have broken up.
It was a selfie-inflicted wound - a slapdash pic taken,
that like a puzzle, revealed more than intended.
We try to be thoughtful and considerate but
we've only recently escaped from captivity.
Perfectly nice people are capable of unfaithful deeds.
Isn't that what so much of great literature is about?
Our lives are written in disappearing ink,
and it's not as if all kisses are meaningful.
We stretch for happiness or for fleeting pleasure
- we're not married and only vaguely committed.
What would tempt you - what could you actually resist at 18?
Or now - but maybe you're a saint.
"Our lives are written in disappearing ink"…. Marvellous phrase. Beautiful and poetic…top score
We ar all actors on the world stage where drama plays through several acts, some romantic, some sad, some happy but not many bad.
What was wrong with the selfie? Some lines that I liked: 1. 'Perfectly nice people are capable of unfaithful deeds',2. 'It's not as if all kisses are meaningful'.3. 'We stretch for happiness or for fleeting pleasure'. Nice poem!
Someone took a selfie and Sunny could be seen kissing someone in the background.. eeekkk!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
superbly completed; the last line is interesting assumption